raybear | tequila for dinner

I'm pushing for

limenal to do some homework without falling asleep so we can watch Almost Famous and turn it into the video store on time. I'm probably mostly pushing myself to not fall asleep. That's what happens when one only has chips and salsa and a huge margatrita for dinner.

So. The boy. It was fun. He's funny. But he's faggier than I expected. (And skinnier, but whatever.) I obviously don't mind big fags....it's more the "I-love-cocks-and-I-love-dykes-but-cunts-scare-me" sort of faggyness. Hrmph. And, he's very much a character, and slightly queeny, so I didn't take it totally seriously. But we chatted and chainsmoked and I attempted to finish my margarita and failed, and after being at Cesar's for two hours, he apologized profusely for having to leave early and go console his female friend who just broke up with a boyfriend. I went breakup-consolation-ice-cream shopping with him at Walgreens, and on the way there, I came out to him both times -- first as an ethical slut, and having a primary relationship with someone I live with. He seemed ok and thankful that I told him upfront. Then I said "and I'm trans" and he said "oh...congratulations". He seemed okay with it -- made a joke about how that doesn't freak him out or whatever, and I said I just wanted to be upfront, and he was like "that's cool". I sorta waited for him to ask a question, and he didn't. So we didn't really talk about it again. We chatted about other things, I walked him to the corner and we parted. He told me to call him sometime and I said I would and that I'd drop him an e-mail too. Then we hugged. And that was it.

I had a nice time. Now I'm drunk. And I'm wondering -- does he think I wear lingerie and want breast implants?

I fear he may be confused. We'll see.